thePASSION.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
semi-poisoned by the pink flower outside.
judge not your fellow brother.
for you, the satisfied consumer who frolics in safety and civil freedom, are clearly unaware of your blessedness.
form opinions if you must.
but judgements, those are irretractable sentences.
i had a dream again.
so real, i believe my senses were confused.
then i woke up, and sighed.
so many butter cookies, but they feed no mouths.
just look at them readings.
and the nearness of my thesis submission.
times i wish i were equipped with american skills.
i tried to be more than me
and i gave till it all went away
and we've only surrendered
to the worst part of these winters that we've made.
perfection at 11:49 PM
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Thursday, January 05, 2012
i think i really detest thursdays.
paper crumpled.
taking up less space in the universe.
already small, its made even more insignificant.
cynicism and unbelief: the hand that crushes.
no one dares to expect; we are all cowards.
what is the use, to smooth it out again.
when there will only be creases and dents in those dreams and ideals.
they can never be the same, stained by jade and an elderly sigh.
maybe soon enough, they will cease to resist.
maybe soon enough, i will succumb.
surrendering to the chains of reality that bind my heart and seal my lips.
brought down to my knees, removed of hope, despaired.
when you try your best but you dont succeed.
when you get what you want but not what you need.
when you feel so tired but you cant sleep.
stuck in reverse.
get your head out of the clouds, they'd say.
i am a dreamer, a fool.
but i speak not of a departure from practicality, much less a constant striving toward a fairytale.
clearly, a purely fantastical outlook on life is at odds with the demands for pragmatism in the real world.
but as so many of us do, we escape from these demands from time to time with a book, a hobby, a movie, a lover.
time to time, underscored.
dormancy.
i leave this place.
i woke up feeling heavy-hearted
i'm going back to where i started
the morning rain, the morning rain
although i wish that you were here
that same old road that brought me here
is calling me home.
perfection at 5:50 PM
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Sunday, January 01, 2012
the past is set in stone.
some hold it as a trophy; others hide it as a shameful reminder.
some made small, forgivable errors; others committed huge, irreparable mistakes.
but judge not the latter on simple deeds alone.
for folly is only folly if it is ignorantly denied.
no new room.
but new sheets, at least.
i once knew a man.
understood his dreams, his fears, his heart, his core.
but he entered himself in a race.
a race he decided to run on his own strength.
his perspective changed, standing now on the other bank.
still the same beautiful soul, just in a different place.
separated, i can only love him from afar.
the first day of 2012.
blessed new year, everyone.
now its departed, i'm broken-hearted
seems like we never started
you think you're loving but you dont love me
baby you've hurt me.
perfection at 7:20 PM
